ZONE POETICA

SENSING

Touch! Touch! Touch!
And take hold of those dreams, visions
Inherited, to be bequeathed
Defying seeming intangibles
Confronting the strongholds of deities

See! See! See!
Through those windows of contention
Realities hidden from the sages
Whose admissions, though myopic;
Will form the basis
Of our liberating re-illumination

Taste! Taste! Taste!
The guile of deception
Recipes of malignant taskmasters
Intent on perpetrating the slave game
We set off on a counter course
On the path of hope and belief

Hear! Hear! Hear!
The prodding of inner self
That island of calm and stability
In a sea-like cantankerous cacophony
Endeavour to listen to the essence
Sure guards against falling prey to the phony!

Smell! Smell! Smell!
The freshness of a new beginning
Bought by the sweat and blood
By those who pushed back, defiantly
The frontiers of fear and repression